Miao He dragged her injured body backward, finally reaching Xu Mu’s side, where she finally let out a sigh of relief.
She had sparred with Xu Mu before, and in terms of sheer pressure, Xu Mu was far stronger than the Zhou Xing standing before them.
“I have friends in the Tianjian Sect as well,” Xu Mu said with a smile, looking at Zhou Xing.
“Say it then, let me hear it,” Zhou Xing replied arrogantly, his long sword slung behind his back.
“Have you heard of Dai Xingluo?” Xu Mu asked.
“Dai Xingluo?” Zhou Xing’s lips curled into a slight smirk. “I actually do know her.”
“Then, can you spare this woman for her sake?” Xu Mu looked at Zhou Xing, asking.
“Sure,” Zhou Xing grinned broadly. “But I have one condition—you bring her here so I can see just how deep her connections really run.”
Xu Mu’s eyes narrowed into slits as he heard this. “Old Chen, protect her.”
“Got it!” Chen Xuan nodded and stood firmly beside Miao He.
Xu Mu then opened his storage space and took out a dagger, stepping toward Zhou Xing.
“What? Is she your goddess or something? Fine, I don’t want her. You can even call your mom over,” Zhou Xing sneered at Xu Mu’s approach, his smile dripping with disdain. “Junior brothers, this loser is all yours.”
He stabbed his long sword into the ground and watched silently.
After all, Zhou Xing thought, Xu Mu was just a mere outer disciple—what kind of figure could he be?
“Third Senior Brother, leave this guy to me,” a slightly chubby man holding a short sword stepped forward with a beaming smile. “Give me two seconds, and I’ll have him kneeling.”
Whoosh!
The man stomped on the ground and rapidly closed in on Xu Mu.
But Xu Mu’s expression remained unchanged as he simply moved straight toward him.
Slash!
The man appeared right beside Xu Mu, but before he could strike, he suddenly felt a chill at his waist.
Squelch!
Blood sprayed out like a fountain as he collapsed to the ground, sliding nearly ten meters before coming to a stop.
Because of his speed, onlookers thought he had simply tripped and fallen.
But the blood gushing from his waist proved he had been attacked.
Zhou Xing’s eyes darkened as he pulled his sword from the ground once again.
Several men behind him drew their weapons in unison.
“Mu, be careful! They’re planning to overwhelm you with numbers!” Chen Xuan warned.
“Dust is dust—whether it’s one grain or ten, it’s hard to tell with the naked eye,” Xu Mu said calmly, now only seven or eight meters away from Zhou Xing.
“You brat! You think you’re confident just because you injured an ordinary disciple?” Zhou Xing sneered coldly as green light flickered over his body. “Falling Leaf Slash!”
Whoosh!
A blade of green energy shot toward Xu Mu.
With a roar of rushing air, countless falling leaves surged forward, blocking Xu Mu’s vision.
“Attack! Kill him!” Zhou Xing shouted to the disciples behind him.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several disciples moved in unison, charging toward Xu Mu’s position.
But as they passed through the cascade of leaves, they found Xu Mu’s figure had vanished.
Not only them, but Chen Xuan and Miao He also stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Squelch!
Squelch!
…
At that moment, a terrifying scene unfolded.
Almost simultaneously, these people began to bleed profusely, collapsing to the ground with grievous wounds—but strangely, there was no one to be seen.
Zhou Xing’s eyes widened in horror as he frantically scanned his surroundings, but there was not a single shadow in sight.
Whoosh!
A dagger suddenly plunged into his neck.
Xu Mu’s voice came from behind him, calm and cold, “Trouble comes from the mouth—remember that next life.”
“You little brat! Die!”
Zhou Xing transformed his fear into fury, struggling fiercely to break free and spun around to strike back.
Clang!
A sharp, crisp sound rang out. Zhou Xing stared in disbelief.
Xu Mu caught the blade with one hand.
With his other hand, he extended a single finger, pointing directly in front of Zhou Xing.
Bang!
A longsword, smooth and fluid like flowing water, pierced through Zhou Xing’s chest.
“You…”
Zhou Xing’s eyes were filled with unwillingness as his body collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
In the distance, Miao He and Chen Xuan both stood there, dumbfounded.
They hadn’t expected Xu Mu to be so powerful.
The other was a sect disciple, even at the Divine Ability realm, yet in front of Xu Mu, he didn’t even have a chance to resist.
Xu Mu’s words had been right—dust like this, no matter how much more came, was harmless.
“Damn! That’s kinda cool!”
Chen Xuan’s eyes sparkled with admiration.
His medical skills were already impressive, but his combat ability was just as formidable.
Miao He had originally thought Xu Mu was just an average early Divine Ability expert.
Now, she realized she had been utterly wrong—dead wrong.
She pressed her hands together, and butterflies once again fluttered from her body.
These butterflies, sharp as blades in flight, slaughtered everyone still alive on the ground.
Xu Mu frowned slightly upon seeing this but said nothing.
This was the way of the ancient martial world’s battles, especially inside ruins.
Countless lives were sacrificed in the fight for treasures.
“Don’t blame me for being ruthless—this is how ancient martial artists settle scores,” Miao He said, looking at Xu Mu. “If you let them live, your sect will hunt you down.”
Xu Mu nodded. “I understand.”
Miao He took a black medicine bottle from her body and poured its contents onto the corpses.
In no time, the bodies were consumed by the black substance.
The butterflies swarmed again, devouring the black parasites entirely.
“Why are you here?” Xu Mu asked after everything was over.
“My people have been near the sanitation department for days now,” Miao He said, pointing to the area. “To avoid detection, we’ve been using different vehicles almost every day.”
“I noticed the sanitation workers come here daily.”
“You’re smart,” Xu Mu said, lowering his gaze to the torn black silk on Miao He’s leg, stained with fresh blood. “Can you make it back on your own?”
“Yes,” Miao He nodded.
“Then I won’t see you off. We still need to find the entrance to the ruins,” Xu Mu said.
“I’ve already found the entrance,” Miao He said, pointing to her injured leg. “This wound wasn’t caused by that guy just now—it’s from the trap at the ruins’ entrance.”
Xu Mu looked at Chen Xuan incredulously. What were the chances of encountering something like this?
But he remembered that Miao He was a Level 9 Fate—her luck, though far from Chen Xuan’s, was still extraordinary.
“Mu Ge, shall we go?” Chen Xuan asked from the side.
“No, places like this are usually fraught with danger. We have to be fully prepared.”
Xu Mu glanced at his phone. It was already afternoon. “Let’s rest tonight and set off tomorrow.”
“Then tomorrow it is.”
Chen Xuan agreed; after all, he had never been to a ruin before, and Xu Mu had more experience.
...
Not long after Xu Mu and the others left Lihua Village, Fang Chu appeared there.
Seeing the vehicles parked in the village, he knew he was in the right place.
Yesterday, at the Nangong residence, he had been very curious about this location.
The other party was so powerful yet was asking about this place. Fang Chu figured there must be some opportunity here.
He entered the forest outside Lihua Village and headed inward.
Soon, he encountered two men dressed in black robes walking toward him.
He approached and asked, “Gentlemen, may I ask if there’s something on this mountain?”
“Who are you? Why the hell should I tell you?” one of the black-robed men sneered.
“I’m Fang Chu, descendant of the Fang family, an ancient hidden clan,” Fang Chu replied.
“Fang Chu? The Fang Chu from Yang City a few days ago?” the other black-robed man asked.
“Not just a few days ago—I’ve been active in Yang City recently,” Fang Chu smiled, surprised that he was somewhat well-known.
Suddenly, one of the black-robed men stretched out his hand, aiming straight for Fang Chu’s heart.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
